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I'm posting one of those loathsome "I'm not blogging much" posts, but I'm coming to the conclusion that I've lost my enthusiasm for blogging and perhaps its time for me to find a new public outlet for my creative energies. Maybe I'm just on a creative down-cycle; I also haven't exposed a roll of film since I was in Oklahoma this August. However, I do think that I've reach some kind of end-point in regard to blogging. When I was working, blogging gave me an outlet for my desires to critique the media, and, when I started grad school in media studies, I had even more energy and ideas to bring to a blog about media and technology issues, but, as I become more involved in "serious" media research, I spend less time online looking at news and responding to it. Perhaps I've made the transition from a reporter's mindset, addicted to breaking news, to a more scholarly weltanschauung, where I'm thinking more contemplatively and about larger trends.

There's an element of burnout, I suppose: when I started this, it seemed every other news story would inspire me to share my take with the world, but now news seems to be varying shades of the same old stuff. I have no doubt that the war with Iraq has much to do with my loss of enthusiasm. This spring it became difficult for me to read about my nation launching a war I so strongly disagreed with and then turn to other blogs where smug persons of privilege attacked anti-war protestors and other persons of conscience as un-American or anti-Semitic.

Nonetheless, I've been pretty slack this semester in many regards. I've been spending a lot of time and energy with running and lifting this semester. I'm not sure if I'm looking any better, but it's satisfying to finally to exercise as much as I feel I should. However, I haven't finished many art projects lately, I've coasted a little in my coursework this fall, and, of course, I haven't been blogging much lately. I was in the car with Hana, relating how I got out of the blog habit this summer while I worked at Dell, and now its sort of absent from my mind. I don't think to post ideas when I have them. Hana gave me a knowing look, but said little else. The same thing goes for art stuff; when I was in Philadelphia, it seemed that I would work on a project for a while each day, and, despite my table cluttered with tubes of paint and half-finished pieces, working on projects rarely enters my mind.

I guess I'm a little disappointed with myself. I like to think of myself as this creative, off-the-wall person, but my creative pursuits have fallen by the wayside in favor of morning runs and researching low-power FM licenses. I certainly think that exercise and school are worth my time, but I feel like I've lost part of myself.